Repercussions
Tay.704
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I got a good vision and bitch I'm clashing on divisions I'm finna cook up and go get it I'm getting them p's I'm gone you know That I got that shit flowing up in the pacific I'm flexing, I put on vlone and I was dripping I was tryna get up on the millions Lil bitch she wanted the bone but I had to diss her Cause she know I'm finna go get it Bitch we wide open they call me receiver Yeah my 1st baby mama I delete her I don't know why you plotting with them skeezers But I could just smoke 'em like I do my reefa Bitch I got damage for them niggas creeping F*ck the scenery I clear out the picture And burn that shut down like a motherfucking swisher I write all my lyrics and chase on these millions uh This shit life shit im living is painful Had to take off and go see me maker Tryna come up so I can vacation F*ck a shift bitch I'm tryna get payments Tryna come up and be like I made it And stack on these rackies and duck all ya favors I'm creating stories like I'm fable don't care bout the label you know I enable Yeah we platinum when we walk up in the building finna drip up I'm wearing a quarter million Call me Brady I'm back like I never left I don't scream for no nigga that plea the fifth Automatics, extendos all on the shelf I don't need nobody cause I do the rest Fucked her over when I hit her from the back She can't leave cause she know that I get her wet Everybody know me they be so attached I been throwing the ball ain't no quarterback Ima cross and shoot up like I'm Jerry west Yeah you niggas know that I go for the best Got my blizzy I'm smoking on wedding cake Rent a rari I'm swerving right to the A Hit the studio making another tape Ima keep stacking up I don't care who hate I been making these songs like a piece of cake I got the gift from the father I'm taking advantage and bitch You know this ain't no gimmick I got my girl cleaning my dirty damn linen we winning When I'm doing damage all up in the city Got my shawty yeah she cleaning my linen Yeah you know we working tryna get millions Never lacking I can shoot up no missing Stay down I'm loaded I'm loaded I'm coming out harder than a fucking bomb, bitch I be on it I'm taking the crown ima go to the top ima shoot at the opp If a Nigga want smoke yeah you know that they gone I got money ima take that shit home
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